It was the day after,
I'd finally found the courage,
Asking you for a divorce,
After all the lonely difficult years,
Enough was enough,
Disjointed by our terminal marriage,
Lacking intimacy and kisses,
We'd managed to stay so far apart,
Then that uncommon winter day,
Such extraordinary November light,
No lasting gloom or ultimate doom,
Mixing relief with ultimate sorrow,
No happy feelings on the coming morrow,
All those things we had won then lost,
Do you recall that three egg omelette I stirred up for us?
Best tasting ever in that mundane atmosphere,
Plain truth plated and laid out before us,
A spoiled menu with an undefined future,
That strange recipe surrounding us with cruel fear,
Indulgent us having tied our desperate knot,
Honestly hoping true love was what our marriage bought,
But dishonest intimacy tricked us,
Blinded by our undone past,
Mismatched so the story goes,
Now a dozen years later,
I still somehow clearly know,
How recklessly delicious that cheesy omelette!
How discombobulated we were!
Scrambling our hidden grief with secret relief,
Whipped and boxed into that dark and sombre space,
Confused by this crazy flagrant case,
How did we find our way to this difficult place?
Standing there swallowing mouthfuls of omelette,
While our troubled minds choked on where we'd been and how we'd met,
As our failed marriage fell to Humpty Dumpty pieces,
Morsels of shattered egg shell scattered across our unswept floor,
Calcified messages clinging to our messy plates,
What a solemn reluctant mood,
Reliving a myriad of yoked feelings and hard memories,
Reading between decades and volumes of dividing lines,
Splitting that dish of tasteless yet delicious eggs,
While we both hastily fell silent,
Plunging into a downward humbling spiral,
Waking in that viral fumbling place,
Where both of us crumbled,
Tumbling hard from marriage and precious grace.